But, oh, her hair was streaming wild,
Sure, frenzy was upon her, child,
And she was not thy mother.”
—O friar, in thy long rough gown,
Say in what corner of the town
I’ll find my mother.—
“What is thy mother’s name, poor boy?”
—My father always called her Joy.—
“It hath the ring of Heathenesse,
But to all creatures in distress